It's the hormones talking
Jun. 7th, 2003 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxI just have to say; Christian Bale is really a very sexy man. Why wasn't he cast as Sirius Black in PoA - why? He'd be rather perfect. Not that I'm shallow or anything, really. Ahem. He's a good actor too...
Who was your childhood hero?
I had a quite few childhood heroes. Some were from books: there was Pippi Longstocking, who I wanted to be like because she lived on her own and did whatever she wanted. For a while I was obsessed with Katy from the What Katy Did, and What Katy did Next books (author?). She's big and loud, but then she's crippled in an accident and has to stay in bed for years. I idolised older children. My elder brother, who's 10 years older than me, was a godlike figure when I was little, as were the Oake brothers, who used to dangle me upside down over the brook. It was deliciously scary, and they never dropped me in.
If (friendly) aliens offered to take you with them, would you go?
Yes! Without a doubt.
What did you want to be when you grew up? Are you doing that now?
I can't remember wanting to be anything in particular - I just didn't think about the future - I existed in a kind of blur. I only started thinking about my future when I was about 15, and then I wanted to be a comedian. That was a short lived goal. Then I wanted to be a person who made things, except I wasn't sure what. I thought I might be an artist or a photographer, but I was terrible at drawing. I have done some work as a photographer, and I trained in industrial design, in which area I now have gainful employment. So yes, I am doing what I wanted to do, broadly speaking.
Which book/series of books would you most like to be true?
When I was 10 I would've sold my soul for The Lord Of The Rings to be true. Then for a long time I wanted Mary Renault's Alexander books to be true, but even as a young teenager I could tell that Alexander was *too* good, and that he was in reality probably quite different, less godlike. Would I want Good Omens to be true? It's fun to imagine, although it would mean that I'd have to spend eternity burnng in hell. I'm quite happy these days for books not to be true, I don't feel the same desire to escape physically into another world, maybe because I can do it so much better mentally, now. If that makes sense.
What is your favourite poem?
I tend to fall in love with poems, and reread them over and over again for the emotional hit or whatever it is that they give me. A poem that I'm always drawn back to is Croydon by John Betjeman. Reading it, like a lot of Betjeman's poems, gives me an almost physical sensation of nostalgia.
In a house like that
Your Unce Dick was born;
Satchel on back he walked to Whitgift
Every weekday morn.
Boys together in Coulsdon woodlands,
Bramble-berried and steep,
He and his pals would look for spadgers
Hidden deep
The laurels are speckled in Marchmont Avenue
Just as they were before,
But the steps are dusty that still lead up to
Your Uncle Dick's front door
Pear and apple in Croydon Gardens
Bud and Blossom fall,
But your Uncle Dick has left his Croydon
Once for all
Who was your childhood hero?
I had a quite few childhood heroes. Some were from books: there was Pippi Longstocking, who I wanted to be like because she lived on her own and did whatever she wanted. For a while I was obsessed with Katy from the What Katy Did, and What Katy did Next books (author?). She's big and loud, but then she's crippled in an accident and has to stay in bed for years. I idolised older children. My elder brother, who's 10 years older than me, was a godlike figure when I was little, as were the Oake brothers, who used to dangle me upside down over the brook. It was deliciously scary, and they never dropped me in.
If (friendly) aliens offered to take you with them, would you go?
Yes! Without a doubt.
What did you want to be when you grew up? Are you doing that now?
I can't remember wanting to be anything in particular - I just didn't think about the future - I existed in a kind of blur. I only started thinking about my future when I was about 15, and then I wanted to be a comedian. That was a short lived goal. Then I wanted to be a person who made things, except I wasn't sure what. I thought I might be an artist or a photographer, but I was terrible at drawing. I have done some work as a photographer, and I trained in industrial design, in which area I now have gainful employment. So yes, I am doing what I wanted to do, broadly speaking.
Which book/series of books would you most like to be true?
When I was 10 I would've sold my soul for The Lord Of The Rings to be true. Then for a long time I wanted Mary Renault's Alexander books to be true, but even as a young teenager I could tell that Alexander was *too* good, and that he was in reality probably quite different, less godlike. Would I want Good Omens to be true? It's fun to imagine, although it would mean that I'd have to spend eternity burnng in hell. I'm quite happy these days for books not to be true, I don't feel the same desire to escape physically into another world, maybe because I can do it so much better mentally, now. If that makes sense.
What is your favourite poem?
I tend to fall in love with poems, and reread them over and over again for the emotional hit or whatever it is that they give me. A poem that I'm always drawn back to is Croydon by John Betjeman. Reading it, like a lot of Betjeman's poems, gives me an almost physical sensation of nostalgia.
In a house like that
Your Unce Dick was born;
Satchel on back he walked to Whitgift
Every weekday morn.
Boys together in Coulsdon woodlands,
Bramble-berried and steep,
He and his pals would look for spadgers
Hidden deep
The laurels are speckled in Marchmont Avenue
Just as they were before,
But the steps are dusty that still lead up to
Your Uncle Dick's front door
Pear and apple in Croydon Gardens
Bud and Blossom fall,
But your Uncle Dick has left his Croydon
Once for all